I opened the refrigerator yesterday and my eyes glazed over. It was stuffed with cookies. Dozens of cookies for a funeral lunch. Cookies for the after-New-Year New Year's party. A tin of cookies for my husband's friend in California. And of course, plates of cookies for us. If there was any real food in there, it was cleverly disguised. I didn't want to open the freezer, because I knew I would see all the containers of cookies for the wedding we couldn't attend due to a winter storm that made the roads impassable. If I hadn't labeled all the containers, I would have melted into a a little puddle of icing and cried. Really. Sadly, I don't even remember baking all those cookies. I vaguely remember trying to find space in the cupboards to hide all my baking supplies. Until I noticed the box of lemon cake mix sitting on the counter, and decided to make some lemon cream cheese gooey cookies. Perhaps I could blame the daily migraines. Baking is a wonderful...
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